A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to the sequel of the Scientific Method. If you haven't read that, no worries, this can be read as a stand alone. This is not as fluffy as the previous one, because I wanted to go a little deeper. Be prepared for some angst. I hope you like it!
Chapter 1: Let's Kill Tonight
Emma didn't like fancy restaurants. She always felt like she had to put the extra effort in to look amazing, so other people wouldn't think she didn't belong there. She enjoyed dressing up every once in a while, but with this kind of restaurant she felt like she needed to achieve the perfect balance between elegance and sexiness and to be completely frank, she felt it was too much stress.
She had finally settled on a cute black dress that fell just over her knee that was belted at the waist and had a lot of lace. It was more on the elegant side of the scale, but it looked good. She had hair up in a classy bun, curtesy of Ruby. She was ready for a grown up evening.
Killian was already at the restaurant when she arrived. He smiled his goofy face wide smile when he saw her. "There's the birthday girl! You look lovely, Swan."
He kissed her softly and sat back down. She followed suit and looked around the room. It was a typical place meant for romantic evenings: low lighting and lots of red. She even spotted some other couples having dinner.
"I took the liberty of ordering some wine for you," he said. Emma looked down and smiled.
"What did you go for?" She asked.
He shrugged, "I had them recommend me something, because I have no idea what good wine is."
She smiled and took a sip. He had ordered her a white, which was nice, because it was a hot day out. "It tastes good."
Killian pumped his fist in a moment of victory and picked up his glass as well. "Before we do anything this evening, I want to make a toast."
Emma picked up her own glass and leaned in. "What do you want to toast to?"
"Well, for one, the fact that you're finally reached the big three-oh. Welcome to my side of the fence, by the way. But also love, today is our one year anniversary." He was smirking now. Emma squinted at him, before turning a bright red. Then she muttered, "That isn't until tomorrow."
364 days previous, Emma had noticed an attractive brunet moving in across the street. She had excellent view of his living room and he had a tendency of not wearing shirts. They didn't officially meet until 6 months later, but Emma had satisfied her voyeuristic urged in that time by spying on him.
Killian grinned again. "Look where it lead us though."
Emma smiled widely and nodded. They were now in a happy committed relationship and he was enough to push her fears aside. "To us," she said.
"Hey, that's my line!" he protested. Emma lifted an eyebrow. He grinned again, "To us."
After they ordered Killian asked, "How was your day?"
"Surprisingly hectic for a Saturday," Emma said, "but now I'm all moved in and I've already unpacked most stuff. Now I just need to go back to clean up the other place."
Killian frowned, "I thought Ruby was going to do that."
Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. "She and Victor decided to protest my departure by going to Vermont for the weekend."
He shook his head. Those crazies had really found each other.
"How was yours?" Emma finally asked. Killian shrugged. "Busy, lots of clients needed my attention today. I do not like going to the office on the weekends."
She shrugged and took another sip of wine. "At least you didn't have to carry all those heavy things."
Killian smirked and said, "On the contrary, you know how much I love showing off my biceps."
The evening went great. Emma hadn't been looking forward to it. It was the first time she was going to spend it with just a boyfriend and not her group of friends. And from observation there was always something bound to go wrong.
But instead they had an amazing dinner, a lot of alcohol and were now on Killian's living room floor, making out. Emma was laying on top, her hands caressing his sides and chest, as she was kissing him. He had his arms wrapped around her, one hand lightly scratching her back and the other fondling her ass. After a while Emma broke away from him. "Aqua."
She got up and walked to the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water. To catch her breath, she sat on the kitchen counter. Killian sauntered in, his hair sticking out on all sides, eyes hooded, shirt hanging half open.
Emma swallowed hard, seeing him like this. "Well… don't you look nice?"
"I think you mean I'm gorgeous love," He whispered into her ear, before he took the now empty glass from her. He refilled it and drowned it one go. He placed it gently in the sink, before moving to stand between her legs. "And you look like something I could just eat up," he growled.
Emma smirked and said, "I think you're confused who the big bad wolf is."
He raised his eyebrows suggestively. She reached out and undid his belt and buttons. Killian slowly let a hand slide over her thigh, which made her shiver in pleasure. Then his fingers reached out, grazing bare flesh instead of fabric. Emma mewled a little. He retracted his hand and looked at her, "well, well, miss Swan, it looks like someone decided to be naughty."
Emma smirked and pulled him closer. "I told you."
Her hand reached down between them, pulling out his length, pumping it a few times. He swallowed hard and she saw his eyelids droop. "Hm, I think I will need to punish you."
His voice was husky and barely audible, but his breath was hot on her ear and Emma felt like her blood was on fire. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She wrapped her legs around his waist and reeled him in.
It happened fast and hard. Need was overcoming them so fast they didn't even take all of their clothes off. Killian bit her neck. Emma had managed to slip her hands under his shirt and was raking his back like there was no tomorrow. They both quickly reached the edge and with a lot of grunting and mewling they both fell over the edge. He was leaning his forehead against hers and muttered, "So how was that?"
Emma grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "Best birthday ever."
They were walking down the hallway of Emma's old building around two in the afternoon. "You really didn't have to come," she said, "you should enjoy your Sunday."
Killian smiled. "I enjoy the time I spend with you."
Emma rolled her eyes, but smiled shyly anyway. He was the classic gooey romantic, but he was really sincere about it. She squeezed his hand, before reaching into a pocket to pull out the keys.
She heard Killian's footsteps halt. She looked at him with questioning eyes. He had a dark expression. It made her spin around to see the man, now leaning against her doorway. He hadn't really changed in the 12 years they hadn't seen each other. His curly hair was still medium brown. His eyes were still bright blue. There were lines around his eyes, but that was it.
"Hey Ems," he said, tentatively smiling.
"August," she breathed.
And the world came crashing down.
A/N: I hope this made a good first impression. Please leave a comment if you had any thoughts at all about this. Thank you!
